Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.